I feel my doubts

melt away.

You want to make me breakfast?

you ask.

My sincerity puzzles you

and it unquiets my heart to know

you have never been loved before.

We love inexpertly

in whispers and gushes

fragments and bursts

never sure

how much to give

never sure

how to take.

You created us

a Netflix profile

naming it our own

version of Brangelina.

You have a quality about you

a gravity,

your eyes dare me to look away

knowing I won’t, I can’t

because when you look at me

nothing else exists.

Thought fragments

flash images

and a sudden rush

thundering

in my chest

as the air turns heavy

like impending rain.

The feeling of you

l i n g e r s

leaving me electrified

for days.

I felt your absence

before I met you

as one misses stars

in a dark night sky—

knowing they are there,

wishing they’d appear.

Saturday night dates

are easy to find

but I want only you

on Sunday mornings.

Weave your fingers with mine

let me rest my head on your chest

stroke my hair and tell me

all your dreams and fears;

let me see your darkness

and I’ll show you mine.

We haven’t known each other for long

it is probably too early to say

I love you

{but what is love, if not this?}

I tell you I want to know you more,

when I really mean

I no longer want a life

without you in it.

But that would probably scare you.

Instead I ask

where you grew up, ask

about your siblings,

we talk about how much

you miss your mother.

I want to tell you I love you

but maybe it’s not the time.

I hope when you look in my eyes,

the way only you know how to,

you see my soul pouring out.

In all my things said, unsaid,

what I really mean to say is

don’t ever go.

It’s rather risqué, isn’t it;

how deeply embedded

you are in my thoughts.

The days have grown

too long

as I wait to see you

and the nights, well

I have never met shorter nights.

The moon must be on strike

or maybe

no amount of time is enough

when I am with you.

Love is relativity and time travel

distortion and dilation

it is when the 1440 minutes in a day

are not all the same length

most are useless

but the few spent with you

are tiny infinities.

In a world

that no longer pauses

to listen to the whispers of a soul

you found songs

I didn’t know I held within me.

In a starless night, your smile is the moon

as I look within your eyes of purple hue

I see universes of us, in dimensions anew

it seems against the laws of nature

to have a mortal as impeccable as you

we search and search,